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freelance artist
demiromantic
single
degenerate
day6when you love someone
bio
full namekim hyojong
date of birthjune 1 1999
orientationpanual
timezonegmt +8
writing stylepreferably 1st or 2nd
mental disordersdepression & abandonment
anxiety
anxiety
background & character
CHAPTER - notion
no hurt, no pain, no nothing. having been handed down from guardian to guardian since he was 8 after the tragic car crash that caused the demise of his parents, hyojong had taught himself how to not get attached. how to not love. everything was temporary, and he knew that more than anyone else. he was everywhere, from china to japan and even the states. broken families upon broken familes was what he had to deal with, each one not lasting more than a few months. the last one was a trip that changed his life. had he caught on to the hushed whispers through the phone, hyojong would've been long gone on an escape. instead, he spent days in motels and was ed into 50-year-old men's arms for a night of pleasure with a young and supple teen. being beat for nothing by a man he was taught to call 'daddy', hyojong learnt to just keep silent or the repercussions would be multiplied. alcohol and drugs were new things he experienced and treasured, pathetic things he used to lose himself to highs so he didn't have to live in the moment. two years, and hyojong learnt not to feel. he lost his ity at 15 and with it went his last bit of resolve.
chapter ii - apathetic
at 17, he wasn't able to fathom the flashing red and blue lights as he was guided into a white van donned with red crosses. 'you're safe now' was the only thing he heard over and over as a white sheet of cloth was thrown over him to cover up his skimpy clothing and keep him safe from the cold midnight breeze. to say he was confused was an understatement but each time his mind tried to deduce the situation, a throbbing pain built up on his frontal lobe. next thing he knew, he was in a police station together with the boys and girls he for the lack of better word, called 'friends'. if getting drunk and high together before getting ed meant that you were friends, that is. they soon learnt that a 'customer' had ended up being an undercover cop. hyojong didn't need to know the rest to understand what was going on. he felt indifferent. his life out of this ion circle wasn't much better so why should he care? the cops never bothered to make his life better before, so why now? why now when he had ended up on the lowest point in life? it was needless to say hyojong refused any type of questioning that could help with the case.
chapter iii - rebirth
foster home was a 2-month fling. he refused any sort of psychological help offered, not bothering to interact with anyone. he stayed curled up in bed, getting up only when he was required to eat, drink or use the restroom. steps were taken out the door once it was june 1st. with no path or plans, hyojong made his way to seoul where he worked countless part-time jobs just to afford a small little apartment in the rich city. alcohol and drugs are still a habit which contribute to his daily spending and his need for several jobs. he draws for several hours in his free time, in his sketchbook or on canvas for commissions. a feeling or two seeps out sometimes but hyojong finds them melting away once the pencil touches the paper. his mind isn't perfect and his body definitely isn't flawless, no matter how hard he tried to get rid of the scars and cigarette burn marks. what he earns isn't alot, but it's sufficient and that's all he needs. because this is as close to enough he'll ever get.
no hurt, no pain, no nothing. having been handed down from guardian to guardian since he was 8 after the tragic car crash that caused the demise of his parents, hyojong had taught himself how to not get attached. how to not love. everything was temporary, and he knew that more than anyone else. he was everywhere, from china to japan and even the states. broken families upon broken familes was what he had to deal with, each one not lasting more than a few months. the last one was a trip that changed his life. had he caught on to the hushed whispers through the phone, hyojong would've been long gone on an escape. instead, he spent days in motels and was ed into 50-year-old men's arms for a night of pleasure with a young and supple teen. being beat for nothing by a man he was taught to call 'daddy', hyojong learnt to just keep silent or the repercussions would be multiplied. alcohol and drugs were new things he experienced and treasured, pathetic things he used to lose himself to highs so he didn't have to live in the moment. two years, and hyojong learnt not to feel. he lost his ity at 15 and with it went his last bit of resolve.
chapter ii - apathetic
at 17, he wasn't able to fathom the flashing red and blue lights as he was guided into a white van donned with red crosses. 'you're safe now' was the only thing he heard over and over as a white sheet of cloth was thrown over him to cover up his skimpy clothing and keep him safe from the cold midnight breeze. to say he was confused was an understatement but each time his mind tried to deduce the situation, a throbbing pain built up on his frontal lobe. next thing he knew, he was in a police station together with the boys and girls he for the lack of better word, called 'friends'. if getting drunk and high together before getting ed meant that you were friends, that is. they soon learnt that a 'customer' had ended up being an undercover cop. hyojong didn't need to know the rest to understand what was going on. he felt indifferent. his life out of this ion circle wasn't much better so why should he care? the cops never bothered to make his life better before, so why now? why now when he had ended up on the lowest point in life? it was needless to say hyojong refused any type of questioning that could help with the case.
chapter iii - rebirth
foster home was a 2-month fling. he refused any sort of psychological help offered, not bothering to interact with anyone. he stayed curled up in bed, getting up only when he was required to eat, drink or use the restroom. steps were taken out the door once it was june 1st. with no path or plans, hyojong made his way to seoul where he worked countless part-time jobs just to afford a small little apartment in the rich city. alcohol and drugs are still a habit which contribute to his daily spending and his need for several jobs. he draws for several hours in his free time, in his sketchbook or on canvas for commissions. a feeling or two seeps out sometimes but hyojong finds them melting away once the pencil touches the paper. his mind isn't perfect and his body definitely isn't flawless, no matter how hard he tried to get rid of the scars and cigarette burn marks. what he earns isn't alot, but it's sufficient and that's all he needs. because this is as close to enough he'll ever get.
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the name's bittersweet. you can call me by my username or my character name unless you've asked and i've personally given out my real name to you. a little bit of plot and a little bit of winigng it is what i prefer. drama to spice things up is always appreciated. please don't be scared to talk to me. i don't bite and i'd certainly love to talk to you too.
